Pursued by Him (Wanted Series #4) Page 7

  Between how fucking massive his house was and how sexy he looked, I felt like I couldn’t even breathe, much less think. I shook my head.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I just can’t believe you talked to her about me,” I said. “When she was in a coma.”

  “Well it’s not like I stopped thinking about you just cause you left the room.”

  “I thought you didn’t tell her about random women you meet-”

  “I don’t,” he said. “It’s sort of a rule.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “But the circumstances in this case were exceptional.”

  “True.”

  “A lot like the woman in question.”

  The way he was looking at me made my stomach do cartwheels. I tore my eyes from his and looked around. The entry way was big and bright with a wide staircase that led up to an open landing. It was a much fancier first impression than I thought his house would make.

  “Would you like the grand tour?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Before I throw you to the wolves?”

  “The wolves?”

  “Just kidding. My family’s not that bad,” he said. “Plus, word on the street is you already made a pretty good first impression.”

  “Did I?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I can’t speak for everyone, but Karen liked you and she’s by far the toughest critic.”

  I pursed my lips. It was nice to hear I hadn’t disgraced myself in front of his family, especially since I distinctly remember Karen pulling pine needles out of my hair.

  “So?” he asked. “Is that a yes or no for the tour?”

  “I don’t want you to go to any trouble.”

  “I do hate being alone with beautiful women in my own house, but I’ll make an exception for you if you want.”

  “Okay,” I said, wiping my palms on my hips. “That sounds nice.”

  “Want to see the upstairs first since we’re here?” he said, walking towards the bottom of the banister.

  I nodded. “Sure.”

  “After you,” he said, pointing his palm upstairs.

  I slipped my shoes off next to the clear jelly sandals beside the welcome mat and walked across the light wood floors, which were cool and smooth against my feet.

  And as I headed upstairs, I tried to ignore the fact that he was right behind me- probably staring at the back of my thighs, thighs I’d shaved because part of me was hoping something might happen with him again.

  “So did you decorate the place yourself?” I asked when I reached the landing.

  His face crinkled. “Are you kidding? I can barely dress myself.”

  I laughed.

  “I’m great at getting undressed though,” he said. “In case you forgot.”

  “I remember,” I said, falling in line behind him.

  “Alright,” he said. “Behind door number one, we have my office.”

  I peaked in. One wall was completely covered by bookshelves, which were filled with titles referencing famous musicians and music theory. “I didn’t think you had an office.”

  “It’s really just a quiet room where guests can make phone calls if I’m entertaining.”

  “I see,” I said, following him down the hallway. “Well, I like what you’ve done with it.”

  “And this is Sophie’s room,” he said, opening the door.

  “Wow,” I said, admiring the four poster bed frame and the Frozen-blue canopy draped over it. “That’s a pretty fancy bed.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” he said. “It took me forever to put it together.”

  “You made it?!”

  “For Christmas last year.” He walked into the room and wrapped his large hand around one of the thick posts. “She’s wanted a real princess bed for a long time, and I figured I should do something about it before she got too old to enjoy that kind of thing.”

  “That’s really sweet.”

  He shrugged. “She’s worth it.” He walked over to the window and looked into the backyard. “I try not to spoil her too much, but it’s hard cause she’s such a good kid, ya know?”

  “She’s certainly friendly,” I said, joining him by the large window. I could see his brother’s family and his parents in the backyard. Sophie and Gigi were playing hopscotch on the deck, and the adults were sitting around a picnic table with a few bottles of beer. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing to what looked like an oversized detached garage at the back of the lot.

  “That’s my studio,” he said.

  “You have your own studio?”

  “I’m kind of a big deal.”

  “So I’m beginning to realize.”

  “I’ll show it to you if you’d like to see it.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “That would be cool.”

  “Ready for our next stop?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I said, letting my eyes wander around Sophie’s room one last time. She had a little bookshelf just her size and a pile of stuffed animals in a cushioned rocking chair in the corner. And when I saw the little easel in the corner holding one of those special jumbo boxes of Crayola with the built in sharpener, I felt a surge of warmth in my heart knowing that she was getting a real childhood.

  “These are both guest rooms,” he said, pushing the first of the two doors open. “They’re almost identical.”

  “Why two?” I asked. “Isn’t that sort of unusual?”

  “Actually, there’s another one downstairs,” he said. “So if the rest of the family’s in town, everyone gets their own space.”

  “I see.”

  “They’re empty most of the time,” he said. “Though part of me hopes that won’t always be the case.”

  “What else would you use them for?” I asked, letting my eyes sweep over the crème colored interior.

  “I don’t know,” Wyatt said. “Maybe a little brother or sister for Sophie.”

  I swallowed but didn’t say anything. I was starting to feel like Wyatt had everything going for him, except his gut feeling about me.

  “And last but not least,” he said, twisting the final doorknob. “We have the master bedroom.”

  “I take it you’re the master?” I asked, stepping inside. Despite the size of the room, it was surprisingly cozy, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw a worn grey robe on the back of the bathroom door. He was just a regular guy. So why was I so nervous? Why did the sight of his bed make my stomach twist in knots?

  “What do you think?” he asked, sitting on a leather bench at the end of the bed.

  “I think it’s a bit excessive for one person.”

  “Well, you won’t like the bathroom either then.”

  “I don’t mean to be critical-”

  “It’s okay,” he said. “I don’t disagree.”

  “Mind if I have a peek?” I asked, nodding towards the bathroom door.

  “Be my guest,” he said. “No Chamber of Secrets here.”

  I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The mirror above the sink went all the way to the top of the ceiling so I didn’t even have to turn around to see the walk in shower and the large Jacuzzi tub. “Wow,” I said, my voice echoing against the hard surfaces. “You officially have the nicest bathroom of anyone I know.”

  “I didn’t think bathroom was the word you were going to throw in there,” he said, appearing in the doorway. “But I guess I’ll take it.”

  I turned and smiled at him.

  What the hell was a guy like him doing with a girl like me?

  Chapter 15: Wyatt

  I loved the way she looked in my bathroom, the way her flushing skin and dark hair stood out from the white tiles.

  She faced the mirror and pressed her fingertips against the cool sink top.

  I felt a surge in my pants as my eyes fell to her ass, the bottom of her flirty dress mocking how bad I wanted her.

  She kept her eyes on me in the mirror as I walked up behind her. “So?” she asked, turning around to rest against the edge of the count
er. “Is this the end of the tour?”

  “What made you change your mind?” I asked, stepping towards her. “About coming?”

  Her breath caught in her throat.

  “Admit you had to see me,” I said, slipping my hands on her hips.

  She looked down for a moment, her eyelashes thick and dark against her cheeks. “You really want to know?”

  “Of course,” I said, growing hard at the quiet tone of her voice.

  “I couldn’t think of a reason.”

  “A reason?”

  “To not give you a chance.”

  I smiled.

  “So you never should’ve doubted my intelligence.”

  “Please accept my apology.”

  She furrowed her brow. “Just don’t let it happen again,” she said, looking at my lips.

  I lifted her ass onto the granite counter and pulled her against where my dick strained against my zipper, aching for her strawberry snatch like a fucking junkie. “I insist you let me make it up to you,” I said, pressing my lips to hers.

  She gasped when I parted her lips with mine, drawing me in with her breath.

  I dragged the fingers of one hand up her inner thigh and held the back of them against the heat between her legs.

  Her tongue swirled around mine.

  I swept her lacey underwear to the side and pressed my thumb against her clit.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, laying her fingertips against my jaw.

  “Trying to be a good host,” I said, the back of my neck burning when I realized she was already wet.

  “But your family,” she said, letting her hand drop to my chest.

  “Shhhh,” I said, sliding two thick fingers inside her.

  She clenched my shirt in her fist.

  I pulled my fingers out.

  She inhaled.

  I stuck them back in and kept my eyes on hers.

  They were screaming, but no noise escaped her parted lips.

  I worked my fingers as far inside her as I could, relishing the expression on her face as she tried to keep quiet.

  She didn’t see the third finger coming.

  I held her lower back as I churned her insides, holding her upright as her head fell back and her hips tilted up.

  She draped her hands around my neck, her wet lips parted and egging me on.

  I undid my belt and unzipped my pants.

  She lifted her head and opened her eyes. “Wyatt.”

  “I like it when you say my name,” I whispered, pulling my dick out and pressing my swollen head against her clit.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She was barely mouthing the words, and her face was so flushed her freckles looked smeared across her cheeks.

  “Let’s put it this way,” I said, spreading her open.

  Her fingertips dug into my neck as I filled her up.

  “I can’t think of a reason.”

  She squeezed her legs around my ass and bit her lip.

  I bent my knees and drove my dick inside her, trying to remember to hold her underwear to the side as I got lost in her hot pussy.

  She grinded against me without making a sound, her shallow breathing the only clue I had that she was enjoying herself as much as I was. Then she tilted her hips against me, massaging the length of my shaft as I buried myself inside her.

  I pressed my fingers against her clit and licked my lips. “Come for me, Addison,” I said, picking up the pace.

  Her eyes looked drunk as she put her hands behind her on the countertop, giving me room to work.

  “Wet my dick,” I said as she milked me with her vice grip.

  “I think I’ve already done that,” she said, her hips rocking on their own.

  “I know you’ve got more for me,” I said, wishing I’d taken her fucking dress off so I could watch her tits move while I fucked her.

  Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open.

  When her head fell back and her legs shook, I counted to three. Then I grabbed her ass and slammed my balls against her pulsing clit so hard it was only after I came that I realized I’d forgotten to be quiet.

  Addison lifted her head and looked at me like she didn’t even know where she was.

  I stared at her mouth while I pumped her full of everything I had.

  After a moment, she dragged her fingers down the side of my face and smiled.

  I slid out of her, panting, and tucked my spent and swollen dick back in my boxers.

  “That was some welcome,” she said, letting her knees fall back together.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  She slid off the counter and fixed her underwear.

  I zipped my fly and redid my belt. “I usually just offer people a glass of wine.”

  “Well, I don’t know what I did to deserve the deluxe tour,” she said, smoothing her hair and dress down. “But I’m feeling very lucky.”

  I doubted she felt half as lucky as I did. God it was good to see her, to kiss her, to feel her wrapped around me again. I don’t know if it was that I wanted to take care of her or that I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else being the one she smiled for, but everything was brighter when she was around.

  I smoothed my crumpled shirt down. “I suppose we should put the rest of the tour on hold for now and go outside to say hi to everybody.”

  She pursed her lips. “And if they ask what we’ve been doing?”

  “I’m sure they haven’t even noticed we’ve been gone.”

  She looked across the room. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom since I’m… in it?”

  “Go ahead,” I said, excusing myself. “I’ll wait out here.”

  “Thanks,” she said.

  I closed the door behind her and exhaled, smiling to myself and thinking how much I needed that.

  And then it hit me. I was supposed to get beers. Maybe it was obvious we were missing. Oh well. Hopefully my family would be cool. I heard a flush.

  “Dad?”

  My heart skipped a beat. “Soph?”

  She turned the corner from the hallway into my room. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “What are you doing up here?” She tilted her head. “I thought you were coming outside?”

  “I am,” I said. “As soon as-”

  Addison opened the bathroom door.

  “As soon as Addison gets out of the bathroom,” I said.

  “Hi,” Sophie said, looking back and forth between us.

  “Hi,” Addison said, crossing one long leg in front of the other.

  “I was giving her the tour and she had to pee,” I said.

  “Oh,” Sophie said, her face relaxing. “Did you show her my room?”

  I nodded. “I did, of course.”

  Sophie looked at Addison. “Did you like my princess bed?”

  Addison inhaled and clasped her hands in front of her. “I loved your princess bed,” she said. “I especially like the pretty blue color.”

  Sophie rolled her little shoulders back and smiled. “Isn’t it perfect?!”

  Addison nodded. “It is.”

  “Would you come tell Gigi you think that? Because she thinks I should have made it pink and she is soo wrong.”

  Addison looked at me.

  “Maybe you could reintroduce Addison to everybody first,” I said. “So she feels comfortable.”

  “Okay,” Sophie said, turning on her heels and dashing out of the room.

  Addison let out the breath she was holding and looked at me with wide eyes.

  I smiled. “That was close, eh?”

  “Well,” Sophie said, popping her head back around the corner. “Are you coming or what?”

  Addison looked towards Sophie. “Yeah,” she said, heading towards the door and blushing as she passed me. “Wait up.”

  Chapter 16: Addison

  I stole a glance back at Wyatt and then followed Sophie down the stairs.

  She wasn’t acting like she had any idea what
just happened between me and her dad, but I was still pretty mortified on the inside, which was a confusing emotion to have on top of the high of having Wyatt again.

  At least I could be confident that no one would have to pick any foliage out of my hair. Still, my cheeks felt more flushed than I would’ve liked for the inevitable reintroduction to his family.

  “Hey Sophie,” Wyatt said behind me.

  Sophie jumped off the bottom step onto the floor and spun around. “Yeah?”

  “Will you tell Uncle Austin I’ll be out with his beers in a second?”

  I felt my eyes grow wide. Was he going to send me out there on my own? Shit. It would be like the hospital all over again. I let out a deep breath. Maybe it was for the best. After all, our separation might make it less obvious that we’d been up to no good.

  “Sure,” Sophie said.

  When I reached the bottom of the stairs, she grabbed my hand and started walking.

  It felt weird being led by someone so much smaller than me, but something about the way she did it was so gentle I couldn’t resist it.

  “I’ll meet you guys in the backyard,” Wyatt said. “And Sophie, make sure you ask Addison what she wants to drink before you introduce her to everybody.”

  I was so glad he’d suggested that order of events.

  “Well?” Sophie asked, letting go of my hand when we walked in the kitchen. “What would you like?” She walked around the butcher block and opened the fridge. “We have all the colors of wine and two kinds of beer.”

  “What kinds?” I asked, looking out the window.

  Wyatt’s parents were still sitting at the picnic table, and Austin and his wife were pushing Gigi back and forth on an oversized tire swing at the end of the yard.

  “Red and yellow.”

  “How about a yellow one?” I said.

  She pursed her lips and pulled a bottle of MGD out of the fridge.

  I smiled. Had he gotten that for me on purpose? Had he suspected I’d come all along?

  “It’s a twist off,” Sophie said, handing it to me.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “Are you ready to meet everyone now?” she asked, raising her thin brows.

  “I think so,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I should remind her that I already met everyone briefly at the hospital, but I didn’t want to bring up the frightening event that- at least by her behavior- seemed to be distant history.